The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor. After the doors opened, Zhou Xuan followed Lan Gaofeng out of the elevator. Surprisingly, there was only one room door in the corridor outside the elevator. Lan Gaofeng reached out and pressed his palm on the display screen on the wall next to the door. Zhou Xuan understood this; it was fingerprint recognition.
Then came the retinal recognition, and the door opened, revealing a spacious interior filled with countless busy people and offices. It was no different from an ordinary company, with everyone working and doing their jobs.
Men and women passing by would respectfully greet Lan Gaozhi with, "Lan Gaozhi!"
He wasn't addressed by his job title, which seemed to be a habit. Zhou Xuan smiled faintly, "High-level executive Lan, you've done a good job guarding the elevator!"
The senior executive smiled and led him forward, turning right and pushing open a door to an office.
The office wasn't very big, about thirty square meters, with a desk, a monitor on the desk, and two large cabinets next to it. There were also a few chairs in the room.
The senior executive turned on his computer, then leaned back in his chair and said, "Please sit down first. We have forty minutes to process some documents for you."
After finishing speaking, the senior executive picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number, but put it down again without saying anything.
Less than a minute later, a middle-aged woman in her thirties knocked on the door and came in, carrying a camera.
The blue-clad man pointed to the wall and said, "Xiao Zhou, let me take your ID photo."
The woman asked Zhou Xuan to sit by the wall, adjusted her posture, and then took two photos of him.
After the middle-aged woman left, Zhou Xuan asked, "High-ranking Lan, what kind of certificates do we need? They're not fake, are they?"
The senior executive chuckled and said, "In certain situations, for example, your real identity is fake, but the document itself is real. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou Xuan smiled wryly and said, "I understand, fake identity, real documents!" He paused and then asked, "I'm still very curious. From beginning to end, you still don't know what I do or how I cured Xiaoqing's illness. Aren't you going to ask me?"
Upon hearing Zhou Xuan's words, the senior executive of Lan nodded with a serious expression and said, "You have a good question. I am not surprised. Let me explain it to you. First, since you are the old man's man, I don't need to ask anything. After everything is over, I will return you to him safely. As for the old man, I don't think I need to explain his abilities to you, do I?"
He paused and then continued, "Secondly, the matter is urgent and cannot be delayed any longer. I have gathered the most complete information here. Xiaoqing's incident happened last night. You were at Lao San's house, so it seems you already had what you were supposed to prepare. You didn't say anything when we left, and the old man didn't mention anything about what you should take. I suppose you don't need anything at all, right? So I didn't ask you to prepare anything along the way. I only prepared what I thought was necessary."
Lan Gao smiled faintly and said, "If that girl wasn't Xiaoqing, if it weren't the third son's family, if it weren't for the old man and Xiao Zhou, do you think I would have gone to the trouble of inviting you out first? Hehe, I wouldn't have needed to show my face; I could have invited you all for tea with just one phone call!"
That's true!
Putting aside everything else, Zhou Xuan had seen plenty of this in movies. The people in these special agencies had far more power than the police. He didn't know exactly how much, but he guessed they were capable of murder.
After talking for a while, the senior executive looked up at the time. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
The middle-aged woman came in again, handed a stack of ID cards to the senior executive, nodded, and then left.
The senior executive handed the documents to Zhou Xuan, who then looked at them one by one: ID card, work permit, passport, and the last one was actually a gun license!
Zhou Xuan asked in surprise, "Are we going abroad this time? And you're giving me a gun? I don't know how to use it!"
The senior executive chuckled and said, "We won't be going abroad, but we need to be prepared just in case. It's better to have something than nothing when you need it. The gun permit doesn't mean you have to carry a gun, but if you encounter any danger later, it's fine if you grab a gun from your opponent and fire it. You could say these are just in case. It's better to have something than nothing!"
Zhou Xuan glanced at his ID card. The photo was his own, but the name had been changed to Zhou Xian. The work permit listed the unit as the National Security Special Task Force, and there was a bright red seal. This document must be pretty impressive, right?
Zhou Xuan thought that if he had had this when he went back to his hometown, he could have stolen Director Zhang's gun and shot his computer. That old bird probably wouldn't have dared to utter a sound.
Brothers, let's support Lao Luo with our monthly tickets again! Let's blast my ass so he can easily claim the 1000 yuan monthly ticket prize and be trembling with excitement!! (Unintelligible text)
Volume One: The First Signs of Growth, Chapter Ninety: Groundhog
Although Erjia was calling out, she only thought about it and that was all she wanted to do. She wanted to finish as quickly as possible with Luo Gaobi, and she also wanted to avoid revealing her abilities as much as possible. This was something she needed to be careful about.
The senior executive walked to the front and opened a cabinet. Inside weren't documents, but rather equipment: bulletproof vests, holsters, belts, etc., but no guns.
After a quick selection, the senior executive took out a vest and a leather holster. He handed it to Zhou Xuan and said, "Put this on. This vest is the latest technological achievement; it's soft and comfortable. It can protect against most handgun bullets and stabs from daggers and short knives."
Zhou Xuan wasn't going to be polite about this. Since there was no absolute guarantee of safety in what he was doing, the more safeguards he had, the better. He couldn't be a hero and he couldn't be polite.
Zhou Xuan took off his coat, then put on a vest, picked up a leather holster, and asked in surprise, "You want this too? I don't have a gun!"
Lan Gao nodded and said, "Yes!" He then went to the desk, opened a drawer, took out a very nicely shaped pistol, and handed it to him.
Zhou Xuan took the pistol. It was very light. This pistol was so beautifully made; there seemed to be a small light hole on the muzzle of the barrel. Could it be an infrared sight?
The senior executive chuckled and said, "Put it in the holster. You have a gun license anyway. This isn't actually a pistol; it's the latest type of high-voltage stun gun. There's a small light in front of the barrel that can be used as a flashlight, and it can deliver up to three million volts instantly. This isn't the kind of stun gun you've seen used by police or bank security guards. Those are generated by the collision of positive and negative currents at the tip of the baton. This one can shoot a strong current more than a meter away, meaning you can take down your target from a distance of one meter!"
"Hehe!" Zhou Xuan laughed as he took the electric pistol and put it in its holster. This was a good thing, even better than a real gun. It could take down the opponent without killing anyone.
After putting on his coat, Zhou Xuan carefully placed his ID card in his pocket.
As they left the upper floor, they called for two more men, both around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Needless to say, they exuded the same imposing aura as A-Chang. Their clothes were slightly bulging at the waist and knees, naturally concealing pistols or daggers.
The Blue Army's higher-ups briefly introduced both sides: "Zhou Xian," Li Yong, Fang Jianjun, and myself—that's the entire special investigation team!"
Zhou Xuan shook hands with them; both men had indifferent expressions. But thinking about it, it didn't matter. These were people who killed people as easily as swallowing saliva. He couldn't compare to them. However, he wondered if the special operations team was understaffed. The more the better; more people meant more power, more people meant more efficiency, and more people meant more courage.
The Blue High-Ranking official seemed to have discerned Zhou Xuan's thoughts, and smiled as he whispered, "Our men are capable of taking on ten men each. Besides, if necessary, I can mobilize local armed forces, including the police and armed police."
Zhou Xuan chuckled. He didn't say anything; it was good to have more people available for these kinds of tasks. Someone had to scout ahead, like that time in America—it was heartbreaking, a real pity. But you couldn't deny that the Wolf brothers and Elena had been cannon fodder for them. If they weren't there, perhaps he, Fu Ying, or even the Ito siblings would have been eaten by the monster. They went in the same old Audi. Li Yong drove, Fang Jianjun sat in the passenger seat, and Lan Gaofeng and Zhou Xuan sat in the back.
The military airport was heavily guarded, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps. Their vehicle had to pass through six or seven checkpoints before entering the airport.
The airport is much smaller than those in Beijing and southern China, and it mainly carries small planes, all of which are marked with military and police symbols. There are also a few helicopters.
The plane that the high-ranking officials from the Blue Army were to take was a domestically produced Y-7 transport aircraft. The cabin had thirty-two seats, which were larger than standard seats and could be reclined comfortably.
The cabin space was still slightly more than enough, so it was clear that this plane was not intended for ordinary passengers. It was probably meant for military district commanders or high-ranking special agents like the Blue Army.
Of course. Zhou Xuan definitely didn't know. There's another reason. The domestically produced Y-7 is cheaper, all parts are domestically made, and maintenance is much easier.
The two pilots were not from the special operations team. In the cabin, Li Yong and Fang Jianjun reclined their seats and lay down to sleep, while Zhou Xuan couldn't sleep. He had never flown with so few people before; there were no other passengers or flight attendants.
The senior executive smiled and asked, "A little unaccustomed to it? We'll be there soon, in an hour and a half."